Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.